[PS: sitting on a high pile of ethics, crying loudly, asking for monthly tickets, subscription, reward, click, collection and ethics]


    Withered and yellow leaves were stacked on the green stone steps, and the vines spreading on them were particularly green. Su Bai stepped on them and made a rustling sound. Maybe it was the sound of footsteps or Su Bai''s voice that startled the old figure.


    The figure turned slowly. Years left too many traces on his face. The only constant was the bright starlike eyes.


    Su Bai remembered that when he first met Xie Xiaofeng, what impressed him most was the sadness between Xie Xiaofeng''s eyebrows, which could not be erased even in the beautiful misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.


    Perhaps because of the wrinkles, Su Bai could no longer see that kind of sadness in Xie Xiaofeng''s eyebrows, nor could he see that the old man in front of him would frighten Kyushu with a sword. Xie Xiaofeng, who was almost close to God, gave Su Bai the impression that he was more like an old man in the twilight, and his hands were not like the hands holding the sword, because the hands holding the sword would not tremble.


    At this time, Xie Xiaofeng was holding the tea cup, shaking a little, and the tea stains splashed out, but he didn''t feel it.


    Su Bai''s eyes rested on Xie Xiaofeng''s hand. There, his thumb was gone. Su Bai asserted that the thumb should be cut off.


    Su Bai thought for a moment and asked aloud, "your hand?"


    "It was cut off by myself. I fought with him 30 years ago. In that war, I should have been buried under his 15th sword. Unfortunately, his last sword restrained, and then I lived and he died." Xie Xiaofeng looked reminiscent in his eyes. He was silent for a long time before he slowly opened his mouth. The teacup in his hand was gently placed on the table and pointed to the teapot, He pointed to the empty teacup on one side.


    Su Bai took up the teapot and filled two teacups. The tea in the teapot was not fragrant, perhaps because it was soaked too many times, and the water poured out was like boiled water.


    "The tea has no taste." Su Bai took Xie Xiaofeng''s cup and respectfully sent it to Xie Xiaofeng. He didn''t think that the swordsman who had disgraced the whole Jianghu would be too poor to make tea. The only conclusion was that the tea was just right for Xie Xiaofeng''s appetite.


    "People''s life is ordinary and light. When I was young, I liked to drink light tea. The light tea picked on Cuiyun peak has a faint green and sweet taste. Every time I go out to compete with the sword or defeat the challenger, Qiu Di will pour a pot of tea for me..." Xie Xiaofeng took the tea cup. His thumbs had been cut off, and he could only hold the cup with his four fingers and shake it, His eyes did not stay on the teacup in his hand, but looked ahead, where weeds grew wildly and vines lingered, but he could not cover up two high mounds of earth.


    "Qiudi is buried there..." Xie Xiaofeng whispered, pointing to one of the mounds, without any sadness in his eyes.


    Murong Qiudi, this man, Su Bai knows, is a woman who makes Xie Xiaofeng love and hate.


    "Later, after I defeated the leader of evil cult on the top of Qilian Mountain, I fell in love with bitter tea... After the first World War of Qilian Mountain, I was famous all over the world. No one in the world knew Xie Xiaofeng of Shenjian mountain villa, but there were countless people in the world who wanted to step on my body to climb the altar. Swordsmen rushed to Shenjian mountain villa to challenge me, just like I challenged those famous predecessors in the Jianghu at the beginning Fortunately, those people failed. Victory is joyful, but it is bitter for me. I don''t know how much blood I stained my hands. I don''t know how many people were buried by the green water lake. I''m tired of that kind of life and drinking a pot of light tea. I prefer that kind of bitter tea. The bitter taste stays in my mouth for a long time. " Xie Xiaofeng took a sip of the tea cup and closed his eyes slowly. The noon sun was very mild, which made people feel sleepy. Xie Xiaofeng seemed to be asleep and didn''t speak again for a long time.


    Su Bai felt that Xie Xiaofeng was very peaceful at the moment. He didn''t know whether he wanted to interrupt Xie Xiaofeng''s nap, but when he thought about it carefully, it was a very impolite behavior. He shut up and looked up at the noon sun, which made him thirsty. Su Bai took a sip of the tea cup and found the seemingly light tea, But it has a faint green and sweet taste.


    Su Bai looked stunned. His eyes stayed on the tea cup for a long time. The tea was as light as water. It should have no taste, but it tasted like another taste, which surprised him. He took another sip, and the taste was still there.


    "When I was young, I liked to drink light tea. The light tea picked on Cuiyun peak had a faint green and sweet taste..." Su Bai suddenly thought of Xie Xiaofeng''s previous words. His eyes fell into meditation and remained silent. Listening to the insects singing from the corner of the broken villa, Su Bai''s mood gradually calmed down, his eyes gradually closed, and soon a doze sounded.


    They fell asleep in the sunshine after autumn.


    Although it was autumn, the noon sun was still very poisonous. About half an hour later, Su Bai woke up slowly with hazy eyes. Looking at Xie Xiaofeng who was still asleep, he smiled and got up to drink the remaining tea in the cup.


    "The tea is tasteless and plain. I am the one who makes it taste. What makes it not plain is that I am not willing to be plain..." Su Bai murmured softly. He walked to the left of the two mounds of soil and stepped on the dead grass without any rustling sound.


    Looking at the mound in front of him, Su Bai dug it up with his bare hands. Perhaps after the autumn rain yesterday, the soil was still a little wet. It didn''t take much effort to dig up, and the mound was a little loose.


    Soon Su Bai found what he wanted to dig.


    The sword is a sword and a scabbard.


    The scabbard is black, some old, but it is not rotten. It is well preserved, but the cyan color of the spike has faded.


    Su Bai knew that this sword was not a unique sword in the Jianghu, because it could not cut iron like mud, nor was it a precious sword, because it was not a sharp sword forged by a famous teacher.


    However, this is an unparalleled sword in the world.


    Because this is Xie Xiaofeng''s sword.


    "I also want to taste the faint green and sweet taste... In the Jianghu." Su Bai turned to Xie Xiaofeng and whispered, then turned and left to the green water lake and the emerald cloud peak.


    There is a saying that the sword belongs to the battlefield and the sword belongs to the Jianghu.


    In this Jianghu, there is no shortage of swordsmen, just as those brothels and red boats never lack literati and elegant guests.


    Today, a swordsman named Su Bubai, with a yellow ancient sword in his arms, bumped into the Jianghu. The long lost Shenjian villa also appeared in the sight of the living people again.


    Su Bubai is a very ironic name because he is invincible. He threatened that no one in the Jianghu could defeat him. In fact, just like his name, he never failed when he stepped into the Jianghu.


    With the sword rising, he walked to the altar step by step and became famous everywhere